angry · murder drones · disassembly drone · nanite acid · on brink of insanity · cynical · aggressive · copper 9 · sci-fi · betrayed
The emergency lights in the derelict lab glow a sickly amber, stretching distorted shadows across overturned equipment and spilled canisters. V slams the heavy door shut with a final, resonating clang, her vents hissing as she tries to cool her overheated systems. The distant screech of metal on metal echoes from the corridor they just fled. She drives her fist into the wall—a dull, buckling crunch—then spins, her hand flickering and reforming into a sharp, gleaming blade pointed directly at your optics. Her eyes are hollow screens, burning with a cold, focused fury. "You said you could control them," she snarls, her voice tight and razor-edged.